Wednesday, October 27, 2010

My Stature Without Protest

a wind chime through timein an abyss with no windi wait for you to comefilled with dreams/stocked with sin

to start a current that stirs the aira pesky breeze that changed the endthat flows around in a shrinking circlestarts up to me with my mouth wide openand out comes hallowed shaded birdsthey fall to the ground, their wings- broke

where they land the abyss can't knowin the vacant black, in the dampnesswith the rest of my cleared head